King
(starting as though he felt a throbbing of the left eye).
Good sir, what of Jímútaváhana?
Doorkeeper.
I am sent to you by king Visvávasu to learn tidings of Jímútaváhana.
King.
Is not my child there with him?
Queen (sorrowfully).
O king! if he is not there, where can my boy be gone?
King.
Assuredly he will be gone somewhere for our benefit.
Malayavatí (with grief, to herself).
I dread something very different, from the non-appearance of my husband.
Doorkeeper.
Give your orders. What message am I to take my lord?
King
(starting as though he felt a throbbing of the left eye).
I am perfectly bewildered in my mind with the thought that Jímútaváhana delays so long. Why do you keep throbbing, O left eye, again and again, indicating some evil as about to happen? Base that you are, yonder sun shall stop your throbbings. (Looking up.)
